The way we flock to the shoreline
for the small chance
to catch a green flash
between blinks
-is the same
as knowing the sun will set
and yet
it will only get dark.
It reminded me
of this Red Sea
swelling and sinking
between you and me
making that rosy glow
more ominous
than optimistic.
We keep a trained eye
on each other
from our respective
ground
unable to make out details
like friend or foe,
you just know
outlines
the bend of the horizon
and how the melting shadows
run together.
The way we hope
and take chances
for a ride,
reminds me
of the underlying breeze
caused by our spinning worlds
neither pushing nor pulling
but settles
for warm bodies watching
until The End.
Painting by James Richard Marquis (1833-1855), 'Man o War and buoy at sunset' in Public domain.
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